I’m unfollowing everyone

Well, except me.

There are no reasons to do this or to do that, none that matter.

I didn’t mean to start this, but I’m pretty sure it’s my responsibility to bring it to a close. So, it  might not matter, but there it is anyway, staring at you, asking you why you’re here, pointing out the times you said otherwise, questioning whether what you said is even poetry at all.

They say there are 4 fires of life to keep aflame: family, work, friends, and self.

They say it is never possible to keep all 4 flames healthy.

They say you sacrifice the strength of one flame to feed the other.

Smothering.

Who said it? Who made up these rules?

When I said I wanted to, I WAS LIEING!

Laying out upon the desert,

Naked

Wasted on peyote and very cheap mescal,

Staring up at a million stars

And a million ways away

The only thing missing

is the peyote

and the million ways away.

But, no, that person too. Everyone.